She sat straight and suave by the bar counter. Her brown, wavy haircurved along her delicate waist. Her long and manicured fingers gentlyheld her glass of whiskey and she took sips from it, gazing off into space.She likened the least bit of a celebrated model with high fashion looks orone of a potential bud waiting to be found, but she was beautyunfathomable. So intricately built was her face, that the matted lipstickon her full lips felt honored within its contours and peaks and theeyeliner sought delight in adding a magical depth to her dark browneyes.But she sat there alone.She was the only glowing light in the dimly lit bar, in the form of analluring pulchritude, but neither did she have any man flocking withininches of her nor any woman as company.“Sameer! 10 o’clock! In white. God, she’s a stunner!”, Ishaan remarked.“Not now, Ish. I need to send this e-mail to Jeff right now. Gotta impressthat American and lock my possibility of a promotion.” said Sameertyping his e-mail with one hand and sipping his beer from another.“Then, we are off from here. Too tired to flirt tonight.”, Sameerresponded in an unvarying tone.“I don’t know, man. There’s something about her. Who knows, she’dprobably be far better than that chick you wooed last week.”, Ishaanlaughed as he said.“The one who cuddled her teddy bear at the end of the night? I felt done,dude.”, Sameer sighed and continued tapping on his keypad.A few minutes later, Sameer veered his head off his smartphone andlooked at the direction his friend had been pointing at with a curiousexpression only a man could produce.She sat there smiling at a group singing the Happy Birthday song aloudfor their friend, clanging their beer bottles with each other’s andbellowing cheers.Whilst Sameer sat there staring. She was one of the most beautifulwoman he had ever seen. Although, he realised he had associated himselfwith that statement before, but tonight, this woman raised the bar high.Almost as if struck by an intuition, she turned towards Sameer and theireyes locked for a few seconds before she let go with an innocent smilethat almost seemed to ****** him.She continued to drink her glass of spirit and engaged herself in a smalltalk with the bartender.“Hey, um Ishaan?”“Yeah?”“Let’s go. Gulp your beer down, I’ll be waiting in the car.”, Sameer tookone last look at that bedazzling woman and walked out of the bar with aheavy sigh.“You’re funny. A guy like you lets go of a girl who looked so worth theattention which you give to all the other stupid advances out there.Lame.”, Ishaan shook his head and almost looked disappointed.“Well, you should’ve given your shot, if you felt I was being an *** inthere.”, Sameer pulled the car off the parking lot.“I don’t think I could have, actually. I could have, but I don’t think Icould have, you know.”“What do you mean?”“You can’t deny it but she was fiercely intimidating.”Sameer looked at Ishaan and smiled.Watching the man leave the bar, she drank the last sip from her glass,placed it on the counter with a faint thud, sighed and eventually smiled,tucking the flick of her hair behind her ear.

I'll cry you a river, so I can bath in salty, bright and perfect pain. Let me shiver from the words you tell me. Let me drown in emotional aching. Let me summon tenderness in my bones. Make me cry I said, and so the monster did. Breathing like a beast so much that only a priest would be able to save a nun like me. For I go to church and cry for my God every Sunday to Monday. What God didn't know was that crying means morethan sadness to me. It means pleasure in ways that are rotten and spoiled. It means the Devils hands touch me without God's permission. Oh God, secrets are fun and thrills run up and down so much that I end with a crown. And I don't need your approvalfor I've done it already and I dare do it againand again and again. Till I'll make you cry and you'll be just like me. Even if you don't agree.

a lynch-man in the Tennessee hills had run out of hanging thrills so he decided to travel a few hundred miles crossing the border into Arkansas with his new hemp ropes at the ready he sized up the governor's and his spouse's necks saying nonchalantly to himself what the heck then over the highest branch he flung the noosing strings and corralled the wicked corrupt two into an inescapable pen round their napes he placed the stricture of the knots which he'd pulledvery tight and said farewell saying to them hang on I'll be back later to see how you're both fairing on his slow return Bill and Hillary were silently gagged